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Chapter 445 Accepting a Disciple
"Confused young man, do you desire power?"

Hong Chen originally wanted to ask him this, but when he looked at Zhang Xiaofan's pure and somewhat innocent face, he felt that such a joke seemed a little inappropriate.

After all, people are very heartbroken right now.

After thinking for a while, Hong Chen said, "I watched your game today."

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned, then smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Then Senior must be able to see that I actually don't know why I won."

"That's true. But I think you should know."

As he spoke, Hong Chen stretched out his hand and waved it lightly, and the fire stick that Zhang Xiaofan had stuffed in his arms suddenly flew out of his lapel and fell into his hand.

Zhang Xiaofan, who had no time to react, was stunned again.

There is really nothing commendable about the appearance of the Soul-Devouring Rod. To say that it is ugly is indeed an objective evaluation. The Soul-Devouring Orb embedded in the top makes this fire stick look even more weird.

It feels cold to the touch, like holding an icicle formed under the eaves in winter.

The blue-black Soul-Devouring Rod continuously released a chilling aura, while strands of blood-colored threads, with the Soul-Devouring Pearl as their source, spread throughout the entire rod.

Suddenly, the blood thread suddenly lit up, and the cold air filled with aggressive aura quickly penetrated into Hong Chen's body through his palm.

At this moment, he seemed to hear the roars of countless wronged souls in the underworld. The resentment that surged into his mind, and his eyes were instantly filled with a sea of ​​blood.

The way of evil, that's it.

Blood, cruelty, fighting, resentful spirits...

Zhang Xiaofan, who was sitting opposite, stared blankly at the fire stick that showed the other side in Hong Chen's hand, his mouth opened wide in shock and his eyes widened.

The chilling aura coming from Hong Chen triggered the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao that he practiced. The completely opposing and mutually restrained feeling made him feel uncomfortable and fearful from the bottom of his heart.

Fortunately, this oppression did not last long.

Hong Chen blinked, and the abnormalities caused by the Soul-Devouring Rod disappeared instantly.

But Zhang Xiaofan suddenly raised his head, and then his pupils shook violently, and his body fell backwards. But after falling to the ground, he held the ground with both hands and dared not move at all. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat and even held his breath.

Suddenly, a jet-black dragon appeared behind Hong Chen.

The majestic demonic aura suppressed Zhang Xiaofan's Tai Chi Xuanqing cultivation into a ball. The invisible black demonic flames wrapped around every dragon scale. The dragon's eyes, as big as lanterns, looked at Zhang Xiaofan indifferently.

Looking down from a high place is one level, the natural pressure of the dragon clan is one level, and the opposition between the aura of evil and righteousness is one level.

In short, Zhang Xiaofan's thoughts seemed to be frozen at this moment. He was completely unable to think about what was happening in front of him. He could only follow the instinct of survival to control his breathing and body.

"The magic treasure."

Hong Chen spoke, and all the pressure was relieved.

Zhang Xiaofan's chest rose and fell rapidly, and the exchange of fresh air made his complexion quickly recover.

But then, he suddenly looked at the fire stick in Hong Chen's hand, and said in astonishment, "Senior, you said...it, it is..."

Hong Chen smiled: "The main body is the Soul-Snatching Rod, a magic treasure from ancient times, and the top is the Soul-Devouring Orb, the famous treasure of the Black-Hearted Old Man. As for their functions, you can tell by listening to the names."

Hong Chen held the Soul-Devouring Rod and gently tapped the ground.

Suddenly, the green grass where the stick fell was instantly swallowed up by black, and the vibrant grass leaves became stiff and charred, and this change was spreading rapidly to the surroundings, expanding to more than ten feet in a breath.

The withered and lifeless grass looked as ugly as if it had been swept by a wildfire.

But the bead on the top of the Soul-Devouring Rod gradually lit up.

There is no doubt that this scene made Zhang Xiaofan's face lose color again, and his lips trembled slightly.

Hong Chen raised the Soul-Devouring Rod, and the black on the grass stopped spreading instantly.

Then, he threw the Soul-Devouring Rod to Zhang Xiaofan.

Zhang Xiaofan instinctively raised his hand to catch it, but then he loosened his grip as if he was going to drop it.

"It suits you very well." Hong Chen said suddenly.

Zhang Xiaofan looked at each other in astonishment.

Hong Chen smiled and said, "They came together because of you."

Zhang Xiaofan lowered his head and looked at the ugly fire stick, his eyes constantly changing.

He couldn't believe that someone like himself could actually possess a magic weapon.

At the same time, he was afraid that as a disciple of the righteous Qingyun Sect, he was holding a magic treasure.

give up?

unwilling.

Have it?

Scared.

Hong Chen did not criticize his indecision.

Because he was only sixteen years old, he had only been to two places in his life: Cao Miao Village and Qing Yun Gate.

He has never seen the righteous doing evil or the evil doing good, and he has never seen a hypocritical gentleman or an upright villain.

His definition of the righteous path and the evil path was based only on the education he received in Qingyun Sect and his own immature sense of morality.

If I were to scold him, it would be too harsh.

a long time.

I don’t know what Zhang Xiaofan was thinking, but his five fingers gradually clenched.

He changed his position on the ground, knelt down facing Hong Chen, and knocked his forehead on the black grass. The stiff grass leaves instantly turned into a ball of black ash, staining his sweaty face.

"senior!"

"Ok?"

Zhang Xiaofan gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, suppressed his inferiority complex, and said, "Senior, I beg you to accept me as your disciple!"

In his thinking, since he couldn't let go of the fire stick, it was equivalent to taking the initiative to stand against the Qingyun Sect.

Since he was going to leave Qingyun Sect, he'd better find a place to go for himself, or find someone to back him up.

He couldn't see anything about the senior in front of him, but the other party's attitude and the dragon that frightened him seemed to explain something.

Just like his name, he considers himself ordinary.

So, what's the point of giving up the fire stick, the most precious magic treasure, and choosing to stay in Qingyun Sect?
Watching his beloved senior sister Ling'er and Qi Hao having secret meetings and taking walks, or witnessing them getting married and then watching them have children?

Just by imagining it, Zhang Xiaofan felt as if his heart was being torn apart and was in great pain.

It’s better to leave than to stay.

Isn't this a great opportunity right now?
We parted ways and will never see each other again in the future.

"it is good."

The sudden sound that entered his ears made his body tremble violently. He continued to lie on the ground for a while, and suddenly tears fell from his eyes, as if he was ashamed of his betrayal, and seemed to be glad that he had opened up a new way of life.

Or maybe he was just lamenting his own misfortune.

Zhang Xiaofan kowtowed repeatedly and said, "Thank you, Master!"

"Get up."

A gentle breath lifted him up from the ground.

After he had done it again, he suddenly saw the magic dragon behind Hong Chen instantly change color and become a green dragon.

The Azure Dragon opened its mouth slightly and exhaled a soft and vital dragon breath. The black grass disappeared instantly, and new green grass leaves emerged from the ground. Colorful little flowers swayed and bloomed under his gaze, and the air was quickly filled with fresh floral scents.

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned.

Hong Chen smiled jokingly: "How do you feel?"

Zhang Xiaofan blushed: "Master... I, I thought..." He still thought that Hong Chen was a pure demon, or even the legendary demon god who killed people without blinking an eye and massacred cities and destroyed countries at will.

But the current situation is obviously the best.

Since the master is not a demon, it seems that he does not need to go to the opposite side of Qingyun Sect.

"come here."

"Yes." Zhang Xiaofan stood up, walked slowly to Hong Chen's side, then knelt down respectfully with his head lowered.

"look up."

Zhang Xiaofan raised his head obediently.

Hong Chen rubbed his head and suddenly felt more sympathy for this tragic protagonist.

"A real man, no matter when or where, don't forget to hold your head high. To be dejected is a sign of a loser's self-degradation. Whether you are a mortal, an immortal, or even a demon that everyone hates, there is no need to keep your head down. If your heart is bright, what else can you say?"

Zhang Xiaofan's body trembled, and his eyes suddenly turned red, as if a bright and warm sun rose in his chest, dispelling his confusion and pain, straightening his spine, and helping him raise his head. He said in a hoarse voice: "Disciple will follow the master's teachings!"

Hong Chen smiled, gently covered his forehead with his palm, and a faint light rose in his palm.

The way a cultivator passes on his skills is naturally different from practicing martial arts.

Hong Chen first slowly instilled the skills he had organized into Zhang Xiaofan's mind, so that he would not forget them.

Secondly, he put together the scenes of his own battles and gave them to him.

Zhang Xiaofan is different from Jingtian. Jingtian has a powerful past life, so as long as he awakens, he has no lack of experience, but Zhang Xiaofan does not. His own combat experience may not make Zhang Xiaofan a master of combat, but at least it can shorten the time for him to grow.

At last.

He used his own immortal power to help Zhang Xiaofan complete the transformation of his martial arts.

Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao is indeed not bad, but since Zhang Xiaofan has chosen me as his master, of course I have to practice my own skills.

Otherwise, why would he accept disciples?
Furthermore, the pure immortal power entering his body also improved Zhang Xiaofan's bones to a certain extent.

Immortals are immortals, and even the slightest bit of blessing is a treasure to mortals.

The three steps took more than an hour.

After Hong Chen withdrew his hand, Zhang Xiaofan closed his eyes and took a long time to calm down.

Seeing him open his eyes, Hong Chen said, "There are many things I have passed on to you. With your current soul strength, you cannot accept all of them. So every time your strength improves by one level, your memory will be unlocked."

"Master! Thank you!" Zhang Xiaofan was deeply moved.

Hong Chen smiled and took out the Billion Gold and Silver Sand Swords and Taiyi Star Sand.

"These two magic weapons are your apprenticeship gifts. You should make the most of your time to practice them."

"This..." Zhang Xiaofan swallowed and shook his head: "Master, you have given me too much. I can't ask for more."

"These two magic weapons are useless to me, but it's different for you. Although your Soul Devouring Rod is a treasure, you don't have the ability to control it yet. In order to avoid affecting your mind, you should use it less in the future. Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"

Zhang Xiaofan had no choice but to accept it with gratitude.

More than an hour later, with the help of Hong Chen, he initially refined the two magic weapons and stored them in his body. At that moment, he became much more confident.

This is probably the reason why "if you have food in your hands, you will not be worried."

"Master, what is the name of the martial arts you taught me?" Zhang Xiaofan was delighted. He had already begun to feel the power of Hong Chen's martial arts.

"Name?" Hong Chen paused and shook his head, "No name."

His technique was a mixture of too many things. Since he used swordsmanship to break through the gate of immortality, he mainly used swordsmanship. The low-end ones included swordsmanship from the martial arts world, the middle-end ones included Shushan sword tactics, and the high-end ones included Zhenwu Demon Sword Tactics. The resources from three different levels of worlds plus his own unique understanding of swordsmanship were integrated into a unique swordsmanship technique.

In addition, there is his own creation of the Evil Dragon Style, which has been improved by the Immortal Way, as well as many convenient and easy-to-use little techniques.

Overall, it is more like a collection of exercises.

"No name?" Zhang Xiaofan was surprised.

"If you are interested, you can give it a name. It doesn't matter what it is called, the content is important. So, even if you call it Xiaofan Gong, it's fine."

Zhang Xiaofan didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Hong Chen waved his hand: "Okay, you can go back."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiaofan was stunned.

Hong Chen smiled and said, "No one has stipulated that a person can only have one master in his life. Qingyun Sect has no rules restricting disciples from worshipping others as their masters. There are countless powerful people in this world, and Qingyun Sect is indeed powerful, but they dare not say that they have captured all the talents or skills in the world. You practice my skills, but you work for Qingyun Sect as a disciple. No matter what, Qingyun Sect should have made a lot of money."

"This... Master, what about you?"

Being able to stay in Qingyun Sect is naturally a good thing for Zhang Xiaofan.

Although Tian Ling'er and Qi Hao are a thorn in his heart, other than that, his other senior brothers, master and his friend of the same age Lin Jingyu are also in Qingyun Sect. If he has a choice, of course it would be best to stay.

However, he did not want to betray his new master who had given him powerful skills and magic weapons.

Hong Chen rolled his eyes: "I come and go freely, just like the wind and clouds that gather and disperse unpredictably. If I bring you with me, wouldn't that be an extra burden for no reason?"

"Uh..." Zhang Xiaofan had no way to refute. He glanced at Huaying who was sleeping soundly beside him and said, "Then should I pay my respects to Master's wife?"

"Don't worry, you have more than one mistress."

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned and was about to say something when he suddenly saw a flash before his eyes. Then his master, the bonfire, and everything else disappeared, and he was left kneeling alone on the grass.

He stood up and looked around, but couldn't find it anywhere. Finally, he could only kowtow respectfully to an empty space, then stood up and left.

It must be said that this disciple gave him a much better feeling than Jingtian.

He is well-behaved, sensible and obedient, not naughty at all.

I just lack some confidence for the time being.

However, Hong Chen believed that Zhang Xiaofan would soon be able to pick up the confidence he had lost and grow step by step into the most dazzling and handsome man in Qingyun Sect!

No one understands his skills better than him.

In addition to being invincible, his technique has only one greatest feature:
Handsome!
(End of this chapter)